Qin Yuan sat aside, all his spirits had fallen into the old beggar's juggling martial arts, and when he came back to his senses, Hengshan and the two had already walked away with each other, and the old beggar was not in the store. Qin Yuan, www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion, chased out of the shop, and the people in the store were all far away, only afraid of trouble, and only the shop guy moved in front of him with courage.

"Guest... Officer...", the guy stammered.

"Oh!" Qin Yuan remembered that he still had something to give before the meal, and hurriedly took out the money bag.

"No.. No need..."The guy hurriedly waved his hand, as if the gold in Qin Yuan's hand was a red-hot soldering iron, "This, it was left to you by that old man!" After finishing speaking as fast as he could, the guy trembled and handed a note to Qin Yuan's hand, and turned it back three times in a hurry.

Qin Yuan took it and opened it, only to see the four words on the book: "Stay away from here!" Qin Yuan looked at it, but was a little disapproving, and said in his heart: Although the old beggar's skills are amazing, it is not difficult to send those two Hengshan sect members independently, and the old beggar will inevitably look down on people. Immediately threw the note aside, and continued towards Howling Sword Villa. Along the way, Qin Yuan met Wudang, Kongtong, Shaolin, Huashan and other sects one after another. At this moment, Qin Yuan lowered his head to cover his face and staggered by. But after seeing a lot, Qin Yuan accidentally discovered: the costumes of each faction are different, but without exception, they are all solemn clothes, or their arms are wrapped in black yarn, or their heads are wrapped in linen.

In the past month, there has been an earth-shattering catastrophe in the rivers and lakes? How could these famous martial arts factions launch a funeral at the same time? The more Qin Yuan advanced towards the Howling Sword Villa, the more people from various factions he encountered on the way. Qin Yuan wanted to stop someone to inquire carefully, but when he saw that everyone who came and went had sad faces and a look of rejection from thousands of miles away, he dispelled this idea and walked slowly along the avenue. Later, the boundary five miles away from the mountain villa was actually drawn out of the border by each faction, and each of them was camped.

At this time, noon had passed, and it was still early, so Qin Yuan didn't dare to walk on the main road anymore, so he copied a path that only he knew, and slowly approached the back door of the villa. Unexpectedly, when the outline of the Howling Sword Villa faintly appeared, the hot poison on his body suddenly spread unscrupulously. Although he has been treated by Ji Xuexin and immortals, once he gets sick, it seems that only Jian Bing is the best doctor.

There was no one left and right, helpless before and after, Qin Yuan had to forcibly use his luck to straighten out his breath, but he was never able to attribute the scorching and unbearable internal force in his body to the sea of Qi in Tanzhong. On the contrary, the breath in his dantian was more and more swallowed by this inexplicable internal force, and the less ** in his body, the more burning his heart intensified. Qin Yuan's eyes turned blood-red, and the breath he spit out made the flowers and plants around him wither. The world before him was as bright as day, sometimes as dark as a starry night. He rolled on the ground in pain until he was exhausted, and he was no longer able to feel it.

In a trance, a person faintly appeared in his field of vision, and he craned his neck blankly.

"Father-in-law..."Qin Yuan struggled and staggered forward, and before he could get close, he fell to the ground. The man walked up to Qin Yuan and raised his head gently, but Qin Yuan's blurred vision was clearly Ji Xuexin's face. Even so, Qin Yuan couldn't choose anything, his head sank, and he was unconscious.

As the sun set, the mountain wind woke Qin Yuan up, he sat up and looked around, his robes and swords were still thrown around him, and he could see that no one else had been here from beginning to end. Being able to come back to life, Qin Yuan's face did not show the slightest joy, but the demon in his body complained: life and death are always procrastinated, and they can't be achieved overnight.

During the days when Qin Yuan was alone with Taiyi, every time the heat and poison were raging, he would hallucinate. Over time, the loneliness made him begin to talk to those illusions, as if those shadows were the embodiment of the hot poison that had been with him since he had been with him but had never had the opportunity to meet. Every time he fainted, Qin Yuan hoped that he could fall asleep for a long time, but there was always a voice in the dark that kept calling him until he woke up again. At this time, Qin Yuan clearly heard the voice in his heart: revenge!

Today, Qin Yuan returned to the place where he had lived for fifteen years, and when the back door of Xiaojian Villa clearly appeared in front of his eyes, he froze, and his legs fell limp and knelt down. What kind of scene is this, if it weren't for the small half-broken plaque with the word Xiaojian Villa still left, Qin Yuan would have thought that he had gone to the wrong place. Everywhere you look, there are ruins and broken walls, and the huge Zhuangzi has now turned into a scorched earth.

Qin Yuan's tears fell, hitting the ashes, turning into the same color as the ashes.

Qin Yuan put Po Bian in front of him, bowed three times, got up and walked through the back door and into the villa. Walking on the familiar paths of the village, the manor in his eyes seemed to be intact, and the buildings here and there were exactly the same. His feet tightened, as if his father-in-law was waiting for his return, and Wan'er was looking forward to confiding in him. Passing by the former residence, he turned a blind eye and walked straight into his father-in-law's courtyard. The moment he stepped in, the willows and flowers in front of him disappeared, and everything was displayed in front of him as it was.

Half of my father-in-law's house had collapsed, and the doors and windows were all inked, and they would turn into dust and fly away at the slightest touch. Qin Yuan walked into the ruins, and the memory in his mind returned to the night when the wind was in vain to offer grass. Since then, Qin Yuan has embarked on an unforeseen path. He looked back at the courtyard, and his eyes touched a familiar corner, as if Qin Sheng's body was still curled up there. Qin Yuan's back tightened, Liao Zheng's eyes before he died, Liao's sister-in-law's senseless sacrifice, and Xun'er, everything in those days rushed towards him and disappeared into his body, blocking his breathing, making him just want to escape.

Qin Yuan walked out of the courtyard quickly and hid back in his hut. This room is not as tattered as my father-in-law, as if it had not been destroyed by fire. He pushed open the window and jumped in, and by the night outside the window, the house was furnished as usual.

Strange, as soon as he entered the house, Qin Yuan had a strange feeling, he found that the oil lamp was shining, and when he got closer, the oil lamp was actually full of lamp oil. Qin Yuan's heart sank downward, and after checking inside and out, there was indeed no one else. Qin Yuan took out a flint and lit the oil lamp, and the room suddenly lit up. Qin Yuan carefully inspected every place in the house, and everywhere was in disarray, obviously going through a meticulous search.

Walking and watching, Qin Yuanjue stepped on an object under his feet, squatted down and picked it up, it was a small thick line book, the title of the book was three words: "Source Things". Reading the title of the book, Qin Yuan's heart was hot, and his eyes appeared with the voice and smile of his father-in-law in the Shencao Hall when he gave the book, and he couldn't help but wet his eyes with tears. He wiped the book cover clean and put it in his pocket, as if so, his father-in-law would be with him. In the blink of an eye, Qin Yuan's gaze swept to the bed, and at this glance, a cold sweat broke out at the border, and the futon on the bed was folded as usual.

"Someone!" Qin Yuan said secretly in his heart. Thinking of that night's hasty trip, it would never be like this! With a thought, Qin Yuan extinguished the oil lamp and leaned towards the window.